"If you want to win the Golden Dragon Award, just sign this!" Wen Chenghui looked like he was giving alms.
The Golden Dragon Award is the most prestigious award in the domestic calligraphy and painting circles, similar to the Golden Rooster and Oscars in film and television.
Wen's has been sponsoring the award for many years and is now the largest sponsor of this award. It has a strong say. Although it cannot directly determine the final result, if the winners are of similar strength, there are still operational measures.
Wen Chenghui's plan is to sign Wen Xi to prevent her from catching up and surpassing Xue Ziqi. By then, they will all be under the Wen Group, so there will be no embarrassment and it can be considered as saving face.
Of course, her greater goal was to use resources as bait to firmly grasp Wen Xi's hands. If she signed this indenture, wouldn't Wen Xi's family be at her mercy? At that time, she could do whatever she wanted!
Wen Xi glanced at the contract casually out of courtesy, and when she saw the ten-year contract, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.
Do you really think she is stupid?
Ten years, the most energetic and beautiful time in your life, are you selling yourself out for some illusory resources promised here?
How confused she must be.
Oh, by the way, remember there was a girl like this before, with super talent, who signed a long-term contract with Wen’s company with great expectations. What was the result?
Endless exploitation and forced resistance resulted in years of being hidden in the cold.
In order to survive, the girl had no choice but to accept the manuscript privately, but was sued by Wen and asked for a huge penalty for breach of contract. If she had not met a true fan who helped her, the girl would have almost ended up in a dead end.
How could she possibly make the same mistake again?
It's not like I'm crazy.
"I will not sign this contract."
Wen Xi closed the file and threw it back.
Wen Chenghui widened her eyes. She didn't expect her to refuse so straightforwardly. After all, in order to lure her into the trap, she had offered extremely favorable conditions.
"Wenxi, think carefully. The terms in the contract are a great opportunity for a fledgling artist like you." Wen Chenghui quickly restrained his expression and said with a condescending attitude, "The market competition is fierce now. If you miss this opportunity, you will never have it again. By then, it will be too late for you to regret it!"
"Regret?" Wen Xi chuckled, "That's impossible, impossible in this lifetime."
"I advise you to think carefully before making a decision."
"No thanks," Wen Xi leaned back on the soft sofa, tapping the porcelain cup in her hand with her fingertips from time to time, and said lazily, "Compared to those things you said, I still yearn for freedom more."
"Freedom?" Wen Chenghui curled her lips as if she had heard some ridiculous joke. "You're quite arrogant at such a young age, but it's a pity you're so shallow. Freedom is something that only money can buy! Without money, how can there be any freedom?"
Wen Chenghui said, looking at Wen Xi with a forced smile, "I heard that several brick-and-mortar stores have come to you in the past two days?"
"Just say what you want to say."
Wen Xi yawned. He was so sleepy after walking around for so long that he almost fell asleep.
Seeing that she wasn't nervous at all, Wen Chenghui felt a little annoyed. Unable to control her temper, she said, "If I wanted to, it would only take a minute to cut off the sales of the physical store you just negotiated."
"Oh, really?"
"Don't you believe it!" Wen Chenghui sneered. "You're a new, unknown author. Thinking you can sell 200,000 copies online is sheer pipe dreaming! Your first published work is already in backlog, and you're still thinking of releasing a second?"
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